We get to see Ally and the other females of Fish & Cage fret for a few seconds as Richard uses his one phone call to explain his predicament to them. Either it's the same day, or it's the next day and everyone's wearing the same clothes. Okay, I understand the three-hour time difference, but I still wonder how John and Richard have been able to fly from Boston to L.A., get detained by police, go to trial, and then check into their hotel all in the same morning. Ally tells Richard to take his cell, and promises to track down John. I don't understand why Richard didn't call John in the first place, or why the warden would let him keep his cell phone, but whatever. At this point I'm just glad that they aren't playing Randy Newman anymore and that John isn't on screen.
Dammit...John is on screen, listening to Cassandra (Bernadette Peters) tell her sob story. She and her ex-husband had a prenuptial agreement stipulating that she'd forfeit all alimony and community property, except for $100,000, if she had an affair. So she had an affair. However, her husband had an affair, too. We're supposed to feel sorry for her because she's faced with losing her art studio, and because the man who seduced her had been hired to do so by her husband. John is so caught up in the gross unfairness of this tale that he ignores the ringing of what must be his cell phone. Cassandra is wearing a tiny crucifix pendant and showing a tiny bit of cleavage underneath that. Those Broadway chicks are experts at the tiny amounts of cleavage. Ever notice that? My heart bleeds as I consider the cruel hand that fate has dealt this tragic character. She signed the prenuptial agreement, then lived off her rich husband's money until she had an affair, and then only got a measly $100,000. And then...to find out that the man for whom she threw away all her alimony was only a sham lover... Oh, I'm just aching inside. A bit player walks up and bends over so that the camera can immortalize her not-tiny amount of cleavage while she tells John that he has a phone call. I wonder how much a person gets paid for that. I mean, there's probably a two-line bit-part rate for sure -- but is there an extra five bucks thrown in for the boobage?
John sits in Richard's cell, in his seersucker jacket over shiny blue shirt, and confers with his friend. Richard explains that he's found out Jane is a call girl, but that he didn't "fraternize" with her in any way. Later, at her own cell, Jane explains to John that she's actually an escort. She thought that Richard was the date she was supposed to meet by the pool. She only goes on dates -- she's "just an escort." She thought that Richard was "just a weird old guy who liked disco." John says he'll represent Jane if she tattles on her employer. She doesn't want to because her employer is also her agent, and she expects him to get her actual acting jobs in addition to escort ones. John says, "Blah, blah, blah," and the scene ends.